The Eleventh Title Douluo

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Long Zhanye slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the devastated battlefield before him.

More than half of the Sea God Sacred Hall's dome had been blasted apart, rubble and broken walls scattered everywhere.

The once majestic and solemn hall now resembled ruins ravaged by war. In the distance, the five Sea God Sacred Pillars leaned at all angles; two had even snapped at their bases, resting crookedly against the ground.

The sea was littered with blasted fragments of stone and splintered wood. The sea breeze carried an intense stench of blood and burning as it rushed toward them.

The entire Sea God Village seemed to be silently mourning this brutal battle.

Standing amid the wreckage, Long Zhanye was filled with complex emotions.

He had never imagined that his ties to Sea God Village would end this way.

He had obtained a supreme treasure, yet lost something more precious; he had slain his enemies, yet taken on even heavier sins.

He took a deep breath of the salty, damp sea air and slowly exhaled the breath lodged in his chest. Then, gathering all his emotions, he turned and headed toward the sea.

The eight companions who had been knocked down were still floating unconscious in the water, their faces pale and their breaths weak.

Long Zhanye skimmed across the surface one by one, pulling each of them from the seawater and carefully carrying them back into the Sea God Sacred Hall, to a relatively intact patch of floor.

He laid them out in a row, examined their injuries one at a time, and infused them with Soul Power to nourish their damaged meridians and internal organs.

Ye Guyi and Long Aotian also came forward to help despite their injuries. Together, the